Adam, coming out of his room for the first time:……Alright what the fuck do you guys even do here? Therapy, or some shit
Lucifer who had been waiting for him by the door: Charlie has activities usually, and is more then willing to talk to residents about their feelings and how they ended up in hell so that’s like therapy. I’m surprised you know about that, has heaven finally implemented it?
Adam, grumbling: No Heaven doesn’t fucking have therapy, but for the last ten years the newer winners have been asking why and the older angels had to find out what the fuck it is
Lucifer, humming: I do have to wonder how all the therapists up there don’t fall from utter frustration
Charlie, watching them come down the stairs excitedly: Hi Dad! Hi Adam! I’m so excited you came down. How are you feeling today, do you think you might be up for an activity? Or ooh, I never got to show you around the whole hotel just to your room. Whatever you feel like!
Adam, stepping back: I knew she was excited during the meeting but Is she always this fucking cheery? It’s like Emily has a long lost twin from Hell
Angel Dust, from the bar: It’s the new resident joy, you’ll get used to it lambchop!
Husk, snorting: You act like you don’t adore that girl
Angel, pointing at him with three pointer fingers: You, shut up
Lucifer, beaming with pride: She’s very passionate about her work, always has been
Adam, groaning as Charlie looks at him with glimmering eyes: Dear fucking god, shit alright, fine I’ll take the tour
Vaggie, walking up to them with her spear: Good, because todays activity is Alastor’s idea and I don’t trust him not to ‘accidentally’ scar you emotionally instead
Charlie, gasping: Vaggie! Come on, Alastor wouldn’t do that
Lucifer and Vaggie, deadpan: Yes he would
Adam, crossing his arms: I don’t know the fucker, I just beat his ass, but yes the shit he would. Do you see that smile he has going on all the time? I haven’t seen one so fake since Michael’s
Lucifer, gaging: Hech Mike
Adam, nodding: Fucking Mike
Vaggie, vaguely remembering the angel: Do you mean….the Mike who was your bosses boss, the one who came around and inspected the exterminator’s once every ten years. That Mike?
Adam: That’s the bitch, Vag
Vaggie, her cheek twitching in anger: The ARCHANGEL MICHAEL?
Adam: Adding his title doesn’t unmake him a bitch
Lucifer, laughing: Nothing can
Charlie, smacking her head: Awful uncle Mike! Dad told me about him, don’t worry Adam Alastor is nothing like him. The smile is just….a tool for him? It’s harmless
Adam, rolling his eyes: The bartender just looked at you like you lied to gods face and then fucking spat on it, but whatever. I’ll do the activities and shit, later, but only ones you’re in charge of- why does your face look like that?
Charlie singing to Vaggie, after grabbing a confused Adam’s elbow and happily dragging him on the tour: He trusts meeeee!
Adam, flushing: ONLY MORE THEN THAT FUCKING DEER!
Lucifer, following them: Thats still a little, you know
Angel, laughing at Alastor when he walked in ten minutes later: Hey Alastor, guess what sheep boy trusts the devil and the devil’s daughter more then you. How’s that make you feel?
Alastor, his smile becoming more genuine: Positively ‘devastated’
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The few snippets of dialogue I've seen from from Hermes in Hades 2 really reaffirms a core part of whatever his relationship is to Charon to me: Hermes is extremely invested in making sure Charon has someone to talk to.
Please say hi to him. Please make sure he's doing okay. Please look out for him. Someone needs to be checking in on Charon and be there for Charon when Hermes can't be.
Maybe it's because he recognizes Charon is a loner and doesn't have people who worry about him. Maybe its because he knows Charon has a hard time communicating. Maybe its because Charon is a workaholic and will put the people he cares about before himself. Maybe he just really fucking likes Charon.
Probably all of these. But I had that assumption in the first game, and I'm glad its canonized (or so it seems) in second. Hermes worries about his big skull faced man's mental and social well-being so much that he's asking the children of Hades to take some time out of their big important 'find my mom/dad' quests to make sure boatmen aren't too lonely without they speedy chatty birds.
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Eddie had been fixated on using a magic 8 ball for all of life's decisions after Vecna. Any questions that's been asked and answered, he does. Of course, the members of Hellfire and the younger members of the party had been having fun with it, jumping in with their questions before Eddie could ask his. They were in the drama room, having finished with the game and waiting for Steve to arrive to pick up the rest of the kids.
"Oh, wise magic ball of 8 - "
"Should Eddie kiss the next person who walks into the room?!" Dustin yelled out quickly.
"Goddamnit," Eddie cursed and shook the ball. "Signs point to yes."
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. The doors burst open.
"Alright, shitheads - let's go!" Steve grinned. "Hey, Eddie. Something wrong? Oh, did they ask a question again? What do you have to do?"
"Kiss the next person who comes into the room," Eddie said. "Considering we're both straight dudes who are secure in their sexuality, I think it's safe to say that I have nothing to worry about . . . Unless you're chicken, Harrington?"
"Bring it, Munson," Steve scoffed.
Eddie hopped over to Steve and placed his hands on either side of his face. He pulled him to his lips. It happened quickly after that. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed, and he placed his hands on Eddie's hips, deepening the kiss. Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, his finger curling into Steve’s hair.
"Secure, right," Lucas scoffed. "That's not how straight dudes kiss."
"What did you do?" Mike hissed at Dustin.
Steve and Eddie broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Steve’s mouth was open in a perfect o, his eyelids heavy as he gazed at Eddie.
"So, um, I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would," Eddie said.
"Yeah, me too," Steve said.
"Should we call Robin?" Eddie hissed.
"Yeah, I think so," Steve said with wide eyes.
Steve grabbed his hand, and they quickly left the drama room.
"Hey, assholes! You're our ride, Steve!" Dustin exclaimed. "They forgot about us. Can you believe it?"
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